Naxios10

Hidden Pale flakes fluttered down from the clouds like tiny icy paratroopers, intent on covering everything with blank white. The snow flew down in gusts, so thick he could barely see the other buildings of the campus from the library windows. On an evening more clear, the full moon would have been out, bright enough to light the way without any other illumination. As it was, the only points of light to be seen through the snowstorm were the soft golden rectangles of windows and lonely lampposts, tiny beacons in the sea of white. It was oddly soundless behind the thick glass windows of the upper-floor corner where he sat, watching the storm